I hope you all haven't abandoned me.

Sorry for the long wait. I was enjoying myself on a family vacation soooo sorry not sorry that I was enjoying myself.

But don't worry! I didn't forget about you guys!

so I got a request from AzulaBlue92 to do some more backstory with Sabine, which is also why I didn't post a chapter for so long.

I was on writers block! I was have some trouble thinking of what to do...

but theeeen I got a good idea. It will BLOW your MINDS. Hopefully.

So yea, review the story, I love hearing your feedback! And don't forget to go over to wattpad to look at painting the stars! Please go check that out!

Disclaimer: Sooooo? Can I talk now?

Me: okay go ahead.

Disclaimer: this amazing stuff belongs to spacewaffles and will always belong to spacewaffles...what?

Me: moving on!

Disclaimer: what is this? She's LYING!

Me: ACTION!

CHAPTER 5

POINT OF VIEW: SABINE WREN

He's gone again.

...

Its only fair.

Its only kriffing fair.

It's funny how familiar that sounds.

...

I stared blankly at the cement wall.

I wonder if they're looking for us.

...

Ezra please come back.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I got us here.

I'm sorry I screwed things up.

I sniffed and buried my head in my knees.

What if they don't find us?

What if we die?

...

Pull yourself together Sabine.

You're gonna be okay.

"Motir ca'tra nau tracinya," I began to sing quietly,"Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a. Taung..." I began to cry again, burying my head further in my knees.

"Motir ca'tra nau tracinya. Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a. Aruetyc runi solus cet o'r prudii an."

I sniffed and wiped away a tear that was clinging to my eyelash.

"Our vengeance burns brighter still."

There were only a few golden seconds of silence.

The door swung open abruptly, and I sprung up to my feet.

"Ezra?!" I called out in hopefulness.

I scowled at the sight of who was standing in the doorway. "You," I snarled.

"I'm assuming I wasn't who you thought I was?" he said mockingly.

I didn't respond. The hate in my eyes that I was drilling into him should've been enough words.

Shame that he has his helmet on.

It's a standard Mandalorian helmet design. But black.

No color.

"You have a beautiful voice," he commented.

I couldn't tell if he was joking or being serious. It didn't help that he was wearing the helmet.

"That was a Mando'a song. I've heard it before."

I fixed my hands squarely on my hips, and narrowed my eyes. "You're a Mandolorian?" I scoffed. "You shabuir, your are nothing but a disgrace. The Mando'a believe in freedom and liberty, and here you are, bringing shame onto the name of your people."

Bale laughed at my seriousness. "So did the name of General Wren."

I felt something spark inside me; no, something exploded in me.

"YOU KNEW NOTHING OF MY FATHER!" I shouted. I was a second away from ripping out his throat.

He suddenly grew serious. "I beg to differ."

He began to walk towards me, but he did it slowly, taking each step with what seemed liked precision.

"I know who you are Sabine. I doubt you know who I am."

"T-Then why didn't you tell Mortimer before?" I stuttered.

Why was I stuttering?

I heard a quick exhale from underneath Bale's helmet.

He was laughing.

"It was more fun to see your boyfriend panic at the sight of a blade to your neck."

I could feel my heart race at the sound of Ezra's name.

"Why are you doing this?" I pleaded.

I was on the verge of tears.

Dont you dare cry.

Not now.

His head was right by my ear. "Because," he snarled, "Its only fair."

I gasped, backing up quickly, only to find a wall.

"You're very beautiful," he whispered seductively. "Much more beautiful then I remember."

He began to laugh. "Your boyfriend won't be back for a long time."

He removed his black helmet and tossed in aside.

"Which means I get to have my fun."

...

POINT OF VIEW: EZRA BRIDGER

I examined the cuts that formed into the word "Broken", noticing that they were etched deeper.

I don't know what they used, but it was definitely more painful that the whip.

...

i had been sitting alone in the box for a long time.

A couple hours, what it seemed like.

Finally someone came and pulled me out.

...

"OWW!" I hissed, leaping up and pulling away from the damp cloth. "That kriffing hurt!"

A large hand thwacked me the side of my head. "Well it wasn't supposed ta feel good!" the pig face laughed.

I heard a large set of footsteps stride into the room.

"So," Mortimer sighed, "What will it be next time? Maybe we'll blind you, so you'll never get to see your precious Sabine again, or, maybe we should make the boy deaf," he suggested, turning towards the piggish creature. Then he leaned down towards me. "So you can't hear hear blood curdling screams as we put her through all the suffering you went through, while you can only watch, unable to hear her desperate cries for help."

I spat at his feet. "I'd rather die!" I growled.

Mortimer waved a finger back and forth, and rmuttered the words, "tut tut tut", while the creature behind me laughed.

"Be careful of what you wish for boy, because that," he shoved me back down into my seat, "can be arranged."

We both sat like that for a moment, just glaring daggers at eachother.

"Take him back to his cell," Mortimer orderd.

Before I was escorted out of the room, Mortimer muttered to me, "I like the idea of making you deaf much better than the idea of killing you. The longer you suffer, the longer I am happier."

...

I was thrown into the cell, and I landed on my hands and knees, catching myself from hitting the ground.

That's going to leave a mark.

I turned abruptly when I heard a muffled sob.

Sabine was sitting on the cot in the corner, the small blanket wrapped tightly around her.

Her beautiful golden eyes...

...were crying.

Long beaded strings of tears were running down her cheeks, and she was mumbling inaudible words.

I heasitantly approached her, my eyes never leaving hers.

"Sabine?" I whispered. I sat down next to her on the cot, so out arms were touching.

"Sabine? Please say something to me," I pleaded.

I heard her mumbled something as she scooted away from me and towards the wall.

"What?"

"You were supposed to be here!" Sabine sobbed, before burying her head in her knees.

How long was I gone?

"Sabine?" I asked quietly. "Did something happen?"

She began to sob even more, to the point where it was silent.

"It hurts," she mumbled, looking down into her lap.

"What hurts?" I asked quickly, "Show me where it hurts!"

Her bottom lip trembled, and she hesitantly let the blanket drop down.

My eyes widened.

No.

Please let it not be true.

"Sabine," I mumbled, "Where the krif is your shirt?"

She was in a white tank top.

She began to cry again.

"Sabine please tell me what happened!" I begged, feeling my eyes get glossy.

I know what she's gonna say.

But by the force I hope it's not true.

Not Sabine.

Please let it not be true.

I could hear my heart pounding, and then felt it burst out of my chest.

Sabine turned around, so I could see the bloody slashes strewn across her back.

I moved so I was sitting in front of her, so I could meet her gaze. I stroked her cheek with the back of my hand, and gently lifted her chin and pressed my lips against her cold ones.

I could taste the salt of her tears on her lips.

I parted from her slightly, and whispered, "Sabine...I'm sorry."

I leaned forwards and crashed our bodies together, pulling her as close to me as possible.

"I'm sorry, I was supposed to be here. I'm sorry I let this happen," I sobbed into her bare shoulder.

She attempted to push me away from her. "Then why weren't you here?!"

You can't.

You can't tell her.

"I can't..." I sighed. "Sabine, I love you." I felt a couple tears fall loose. "I shouldn't have let this happen..."

"The why did you?" she snapped, successfully pushing me away. "Tell me why you weren't here!"

"BECAUSE I DONT WANT YOU TO GET HURT MORE THAN YOU ALREADY HAVE!" I shouted. I sighed heavily, my shoulders sinking. "That's all I can tell you. I am asking for you to trust me."

I shook my head. "I don't want to loose you."

We were both silent.

"We should sleep," I mumbled.

I had been in that box all kriffing day. Funny how quickly time passes when the pain takes a toll on you.

We both laid down on the cot, and I realized Sabine was sleeping in my spot, facing the wall.

About twenty minutes of silence passed, save for the occasional quiet sob that came from Sabine.

Then I heard it.

"Motir ca'tra nau tracinya."

She's singing.

It's extremely quiet, but she's singing.

Her voice was shaky, because she was barely holding herself together

"Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a. Taung. Motir ca'tra nau tracinya. Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a. Aruetyc runi solus cet o'r prudii an."

Then she broke, allowing herself to sob and cry out freely like she thought no one could hear her.

It was the only time I had ever seen her break.

"Ezra?" Sabine whispered.

"Sabine?"

"I want to go home," she cried.

I cried a little while writing this.

so there it is. Chapta 5.

Again, sorry for the late update.

Now that I'm back from vaca, I will be posting more frequently.

I promise.

So ya! AzulaBlue92 I loved your suggestion and I have built a master plan off of it, but being the writer that I am, I did not reveal it all at once.

ONE MORE QUESTION!

Does anyone do fanart? Can anyone do fanart? Cause if you can...

...I'm not saying you have to but if you want to. *shrugs* it'd be kinda cool.

So expect another update in the next two days!

bye!

Make good choices!


After le update:

OK, yes I changed the chapter, but i just think it was a little too dark for my taste.

Sorry if my changes displease you, but this is how I think the story should go.

But whatever!

Adios and may the force be with you.